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For a moment it seems as if he is going to pounce on me from behind Nik.

After a few long seconds between all of us, Yuri turns and storms off. Nik nods to Sergey before taking me by the hand and pulling me into the hallway.

He stops suddenly, spinning me around and pinning me to the wall. His hand wraps around my throat, his fingers brushing over my pulse.

“Want to tell me what the fuck that was back there?” His tone is angry and threatening.

“I handcuffed him to a bed and called in backup to arrest him. I was just doing my job.” I sound like I’m pleading with him, but I don’t care. I need Nik to believe me. The last thing I want is for the desire in his eyes to fade. The way he looks at me is addictive.

I’m supposed to be finding a way to send him to jail, not keep the fire burning between us.

The two sides of my mind are at war with each other and in the end, I’m sure that I’m going to lose. There is no way that I’m coming out of this unscathed.

My heart pounds against my ribcage and my legs shake. Arousal rises in my core as he leans into me. Every inch of his body presses against mine. His face is too close, his lips brushing across mine with a soft sigh.

He strokes his thumb down my neck. “You’re mine now and I don’t like your job. If I so much as hear you allow a man to hold your fucking hand, I will kill him and ruin you.”

I maintain eye contact, but God knows my knees are weak as I read his violent expressions. He means what he says.

“Understood?”

He slightly tightens his grip around my throat, while demanding an answer.

“Understood.” I give in.

Chapter 12 - Nik

Hazel hasn’t said a word since I cornered her in the hallway. My cock is still aching just thinking about how I had her pinned to the wall. It would have been all too easy to hike up her dress over those curvy hips.

I would bury myself in her while everyone else was in the other room. Her moans would echo down the hall for everyone to hear.

The men in that room who had been openly staring at my girl would know that they could never get close to her.

She is mine and mine alone.

I stand near the bar, my arm looped around her waist as she talks to the bartender. She laughs at something the guy says, tossing her hair over one shoulder.

I would love to wrap that hair around my hand and make her arch for me.

“Careful, cousin.” Sergey’s shit-eating grin appears as he approaches my other side. “The way you stare at the bartender, people will think you’re jealous of the attention Hazel is giving someone else.”

“I’m not jealous of shit.” I tighten my arm around her waist, pulling her back against me as soon as the bartender hands her the drink.

Sergey chuckles. “Could have fooled me. How are you enjoying the party, Hazel?”

She shrugs and stirs her drink “It’s a nice party. A lot of important people here tonight, it would seem.”

“Yes, although most of them don’t know their heads from their asses.” Sergey gives her a wink; his words are loud enough that some of the men gathered around us hear him.

Hazel’s laugh rises above the soft music in the background. “We better not tell them that then. They might start to get ideas.”

“What kind of ideas?” Sergey leans closer to her, his tone teasing.

I tug her close to me, she smells of honey and vanilla. The scent tickles my nose and awakens memories of her beneath my body. Her perfume is addictive. Hell, her whole being is addictive. I could spend years memorizing her every single trait and still never get enough of her.

Hazel takes a sip of her drink. “Only the kind of ideas that get people in trouble, of course.”

Sergey beams and shakes his head as waiters start to appear with trays of food. “I better find my table and I suggest that the two of you do the same. I’ve heard that the food is being catered by one of the best restaurants in the city.”

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